DEFENDER'S RAP

• Your lines are repetitive, put me to sleep, like a sedative,
• You're fifteen, but you think you own the whole scene,
• No flow, you just scream, spitting about dreams,
• I'm about to tear you from the seams,
• All your bars sound the same, yet you think in you in the game,
• You care mainly about the money, which is actually kind of funny,
• Once upon, a time, a teen on amazon, posted a rhyme, and waited a lifetime,
• But never made a dime, he thought he was sublime, that he was going to shine,
• That one day he would sign, the rap ladder he'd climb, but little did he know,
• That rapper's needed flow, needed time to grow, had to change the game,
• Change the status quo, had to practice bars, in the rain, practice in the snow,
• No one else was surprised, they already knew how the, story goes,
• All you do is yell about women, but you got no hoes,
• Always screaming about niggas, and pulling triggas,
• Your dreams aren't growing, but your ego's getting bigga,
• I could keep going, but here's a taste of mercy, besides I already merced thee,
• I'll just leave you dried, and torn to shreds, like a pile of beef jerky